Embry: Uh, Quil, can I ask you a question?
Quil: Yeah.
Embry: Why are we laying on the ground?
Quil: You got knocked out, so I laid down next to you so people would just think we were chilling.
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Embry: Uh, Quil, can I ask you a question?
Quil: Yeah.
Embry: Why are we laying on the ground?
Quil: You got knocked out, so I laid down next to you so people would just think we were chilling.
Embry: The human existence is a strained and tense one. I envy the life of a smooth rock resting on the beach…warmed by the sun…unaware of the trials and tribulations of sentient life…
Quil: do you need to talk?
Embry: I wish I was a croissant
Jacob: Guys, since this looks like the end, I just wanted you to know... You are really not the people I intended to die with.
Embry: Ditto.
Quil: Actually, I'd always planned on the three of us being buried together in a joint tomb.
Jacob:
Embry:
Quil:
Jacob: If we make it through this, you and I are having a serious talk.
Leah: guys get so offended when you call them boy, "i'm not a boy, i'm a man" like you're actually a BITCH but I was trying to be nice.
Sam: Do I even want to know what happened?
Emily: So, it was girl's night.
Sam: Of course.
Emily: Kim was showing Rachel and I a few tiktoks and we decided that we really wanted to know how to make that viral whipped coffee stuff. It was delicious, but, uh... Kim liked it a little too much.
Jared, reading the list of ingredients: Emily, this calls for six pouches of instant espresso! Please tell me that she didn’t drink all of that
Kim: *vibrating*
Kim: I can feel colors
Jacob: what are some cute things to call your partner?
Jared: Sugar
Sam: Honey
Embry: flour
Quil: egg
Seth: 1/2 cup butter
Embry: stir
Quil: pour into a pan
Seth: preheat to 350 degrees.
Paul: You can trust me! Let’s not forget who pulled you out of that river when you were 14.
Jared: let’s not forget who pushed me in
Seth: *hugs Sam, inhaling deeply* you smell like a father figure.
Sam: I am literally begging you to stop.